sexta-feira, 25 de novembro de 2016

77 - We The People.... - A Tribe Called Quest

We The People.... - A Tribe Called Quest

We don't believe you 'cause we the peopleI'll still be in the rear, yo, we don't need youYou ain't a killer nor good, young nigga, moveWhen we get hungry we eat the same fucking foodThe ramen noodleYour simple voodoo is so maniacal, reliable to pull a jujuThe irony is that this bad bitch in my lapShe don't love me, she make bunnies, she gon' study thatShe gon' give it to me, ain't gon' tell me run it backShe gon' take the brain or weather plain, she spit on thatThe doors are signed with, don't try to rhyme withVH1 has a show that you could waste your time withGuilty pleasures take the edge off realityAnd for a salary I'd probably do that shit sporadicallyThe OG Gucci wasn't spittin' with iguanasThe IRS piranha see a nigga gettin' commasNiggas in the hood living in a fishbowlGentrify here, now it's not a shit holeTrendsetter, I know, my shit's coldI ain't said it yet because I ain't so bold, hey yo

All you Black folks, you must goAll you Mexicans, you must goAnd all you poor folks, you must goMuslims and gays, boy, we hate your waysSo all you bad folks, you must go

The fog in the smog of new media that logsFalse narratives of guys that came up against the oddsWe not just nigga rappers with the barsIt's kismet that we cosmic with the stars

You bastards overlooking street artBetter yet, street smarts but you keep us off the chartsSo motherfuck your numbers and your statisticiansFuck you know about true competition?Just like the [?] picture that talking about he hittin'The only ones who's hitting are the ones that currently spittin'We got your missie smitten rubbing on a little kittenDreaming of a world that's equal for women with no divisionBoy, I tell you that's visionLike Tony Romo when he hitting WittenThe Tribe be the best in they divisionShaheed Muhammad cut it with precisionWho can come back years later, still hit the shot?Still y'all tryna move me off the fucking blockBabylon, bloodclotTwo pon yo headtop, yeah

All you Black folks, you must goAll you Mexicans, you must goAnd all you poor folks, you must goMuslims and gays, boy, we hate your waysSo all you bad folks, you must go